I Had A Fellow As My Guest, Not Knowing He Was Such A Pest, And Gave Him Just My Usual Fare; He Ate His Fill Of What Was There, And For Desert My Best Things Swallow'D, Soon As His Meal Was O'Er, What Follow'D? Led By The Deuce, To A Neighbour He Went, And Talk'D Of My Food To His Heart'S Content: "The Soup Might Surely Have Had More Spice, The Meat Was Ill-Brown'D, And The Wine Wasn't Nice." A Thousand Curses Alight On His Head! 'Tis A Critic, I Vow! Let The Dog Be Struck Dead!